Have you ever felt frustration which stems out of the inability to control the direction of your mental emotions?
Much has transpired in the little time. Cornered by my inability to completely annihilate her, despite knowing the fact that she can’t bring anything except turmoil and chaos I resumed my tete-a-tete with her. The lull was long, the voice soothening. Everything seems ok.
Alas! There’s a price for everything and there is a price for peace albeit temporary.
Talking is fine but it’s the supplementary thoughts trouble more than the relief attained otherwise. The immediate and lone cause for uneasiness is when my calls go unanswered. With each passing ring the flame flickers with greater urge, consuming in its own passion. It’s not new to me. I am well informed about habits led by the sole reason "if I feel like it." Under normal circumstances this habit is annoying but that’s where it ends; annoying. Right now the circumstances are not normal and I am trying to recover. I guess that's why unwanted thoughts seep into my head. Thoughts of intense love and misplaced lust. Busy at 1 am; is she being wooed right now. Sweet nothings floating freely through air-waves.
Everything goes awry in a jiffy. I feel desperate and I want to call up again but what if... The trauma taken twice would be too much to tolerate. I start feeling like an idiot.
Why am I so desperate despite everything that conspired?
Why do I want to talk to someone who's destined to be unmine?
Horrid thoughts and insecure questions put together in a turbulent cauldron is the perfect recipe for madness. I can’t concentrate on anything. Everything I do seems purposeless. Amidst the callous errands the only song playing in my mind’s jukebox is ‘Hey Baby! Why doncha take me calls?’
Green, juicy, flaky and dressed in transparent polythene; enters my savior. I hold it in my hands. I tenderly remove the flesh from the bones. Next I throw the seeds away. Carefully placing it on rice papyrus I gently roll my guest into his new avatar. Aim at the centre of its nipple and shoot.
Puff, puff, puff, puff……
I start forgetting. Nonchalance replaces botheration. All of a sudden the tempest subsides. Peace prevails.
Now what does marijuana do? it puts a micro layer of some apparently magic potion on the perceptive scheme of our body. It’s not as if things actually improve. It’s just that I am not left with senses enough to recognize the species or genus of my mental emotions. If an empty mind is a devil’s workshop then it’s safe to call marijuana a lucifericide. Thoughts speed up and the rolling stone in the head gathers no moss. No more does she cross my mind. I enter my wonderland and the view here is green.
P.S.: Each time I roll I know that by the time I chuck the roach, I will not be in a state to attain anything for the entire day. But without my joe, my mind would not be at rest and anything I do would be incoherent and incomprehensible.
On one hand there is a fucked up mind screwing up work while on the other there is a peaceful mind screwing up life.
What would you choose?
Much has transpired in the little time. Cornered by my inability to completely annihilate her, despite knowing the fact that she can’t bring anything except turmoil and chaos I resumed my tete-a-tete with her. The lull was long, the voice soothening. Everything seems ok.
Alas! There’s a price for everything and there is a price for peace albeit temporary.
Talking is fine but it’s the supplementary thoughts trouble more than the relief attained otherwise. The immediate and lone cause for uneasiness is when my calls go unanswered. With each passing ring the flame flickers with greater urge, consuming in its own passion. It’s not new to me. I am well informed about habits led by the sole reason "if I feel like it." Under normal circumstances this habit is annoying but that’s where it ends; annoying. Right now the circumstances are not normal and I am trying to recover. I guess that's why unwanted thoughts seep into my head. Thoughts of intense love and misplaced lust. Busy at 1 am; is she being wooed right now. Sweet nothings floating freely through air-waves.
Everything goes awry in a jiffy. I feel desperate and I want to call up again but what if... The trauma taken twice would be too much to tolerate. I start feeling like an idiot.
Why am I so desperate despite everything that conspired?
Why do I want to talk to someone who's destined to be unmine?
Horrid thoughts and insecure questions put together in a turbulent cauldron is the perfect recipe for madness. I can’t concentrate on anything. Everything I do seems purposeless. Amidst the callous errands the only song playing in my mind’s jukebox is ‘Hey Baby! Why doncha take me calls?’
Green, juicy, flaky and dressed in transparent polythene; enters my savior. I hold it in my hands. I tenderly remove the flesh from the bones. Next I throw the seeds away. Carefully placing it on rice papyrus I gently roll my guest into his new avatar. Aim at the centre of its nipple and shoot.
Puff, puff, puff, puff……
I start forgetting. Nonchalance replaces botheration. All of a sudden the tempest subsides. Peace prevails.
Now what does marijuana do? it puts a micro layer of some apparently magic potion on the perceptive scheme of our body. It’s not as if things actually improve. It’s just that I am not left with senses enough to recognize the species or genus of my mental emotions. If an empty mind is a devil’s workshop then it’s safe to call marijuana a lucifericide. Thoughts speed up and the rolling stone in the head gathers no moss. No more does she cross my mind. I enter my wonderland and the view here is green.
P.S.: Each time I roll I know that by the time I chuck the roach, I will not be in a state to attain anything for the entire day. But without my joe, my mind would not be at rest and anything I do would be incoherent and incomprehensible.
On one hand there is a fucked up mind screwing up work while on the other there is a peaceful mind screwing up life.
What would you choose?
hi time, come out of her buddy ! u have the golden finger who can make the whole Colosseum enter into everlasting orgasm ! do the magik
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